The Twin Sons of Heaven looked relaxed—exceptionally relaxed.
So many years had passed...
Wu Ya Immortal Sect was still the same as it had been in his childhood, unchanged. Even when he reached a stone wall and saw those chaotic "scratches," a knowing smile appeared on his face:
"Have you old fellows of the sect always been this innocent and carefree... hehe."
He raised a finger and slowly brushed over those messy marks. They were the "scribbles" of his childhood, the sole trace of mischief and playfulness he had left amid the dull years of cultivation.
Though those carvings contained no power, they bore his earliest memories of cultivating immortality.
He stood there for a long while.
Then, with hands behind his back, he departed. His figure gradually faded into the distance, leaving only his clear, hearty laughter echoing through the mountains.
If one asked where the pure land of this Immortal Realm lay, it was none other than his sect!
The mountain wind swept past, and ten thousand trees bowed low.
None knew that the one who had left then was the Twin Sons of Heaven who had once quelled the chaotic age of the Six Harmonies.
Yet Wu Ya Immortal Sect would forever remember that returning figure amid the mountain light that day—coming home with a smile, untouched by wind and dust.
As expected, even the experts of the Three Walls Immortal Court had failed to discover where the unrest originated. Wu Ya Immortal Sect found it first, and the Twin Sons of Heaven then informed the Three Walls Immortal Court that the immortals of the Three Thousand Immortal Territories were in the Six Harmonies Immortal Territory.
After the Twin Sons of Heaven chose to retire into seclusion with their race, the Great Dao Alliance, Wang Hou,